"Of course. I was just a child."
"And if he were alive now, would you still respect his greater age and experience?"
"Well..." She could see it coming, but she didn"t have to like it. Her expression must have shown that, because Fleur laughed aloud, a silvery bell-like peal that brought an answering laugh from Sa.s.sinak.
"So please trust me now," Fleur said, once more serious. "You have become what Abe dreamed of. I have kept an eye on you in the media, I know. But the higher you go in Fleet, the more you will need unclouded judgment. If you allow the bitterness, the unfairness, of your childhood and Abe"s death, to overwhelm your natural warmth, you will become unfair in your own way. You must be more than a pirate chaser, more than vengeance personified. Fleet tends to shape its members toward narrow interests, rigid reactions, even in the best. Haven"t you found that some of your difficulties down here arise from that?"
Put that way, some of them certainly had. She had I developed the typical s.p.a.cefarer"s distaste for planets. She had not bothered to cultivate the skills needed to enjoy them. The various gangs in the tunnels seemed alien, even as she tried to mold them into a working unit.
"Abe used to say to me," Fleur said, now patting at her hair, "that growth and development can"t stop for stars, rank or travel. You keep growing and keep Abe"s I memory green. Don"t let the Paradens shape the rest of your life, as they shaped the first of it." "Yes, ma"am."
"Now tell me, what do you plan to do with all this scruffy crowd?"
Sa.s.sinak grinned at her, half-rueful and half-determined.
"Chase pirates, ma"am, and then worry about whether I"ve gotten too rigid."
But when it came down to it, none of them actually knew where The Parchandri was located in a physical sense. Sa.s.sinak frowned.
"We ought to be able to get that from the data systems, with the right codes," she said. "You said you had people good at that."
"But we don"t have any of the current codes. The only times we"ve tried to tap into the secure datahnes, anything but the public ones, they"ve sent police after us. They can tell where our tap is, an" everything."
"Sa.s.sinak?" Aygar tapped her shoulder. She started to brush him aside, but remembered his previous good surprises. "Yes?"
"My friend, that student..."
"The one who boasted to you he could slip through the datal links without getting caught?
Yes. But he"s not here and how would we find him?"
"I have his callcode. From any public comsite, he said."
"But there aren"t any-are there? Down here?"
She glanced at the ragged group. Some of them nodded, and Coris answered her.
"Yes, up in the public tunnels. There"s a few we might get to, without being spotted. Not all of us, of course."
"There"s that illegal one in the 248 vertical," someone else said. "This maintenance worker put it in, patched it to the regular public lines so he could call in bets during his shift. We used to listen to him."
"Where"s the 248 vertical?" Sa.s.sinak asked.
Not that far away, although it took several hours of careful zigging about to get to it. Twice they saw hunting patrols, one in the blue-gray of the city police, and one in the Pollys" orange. Their careless-sweep of the tunnels did not impress Sa.s.sinak. They seemed to be content to walk through, without investigating all hatches and side tunnels. When she mentioned this to Coris, he hunched his shoulders.
"Bet they"re planning to gas the system. Now they"re looking for easy prey, girls down on their luck, kids... something to have fim with."
"Gas! You mean poison gas? Or knockout gas?"
"They"ve used both, before. "Bout three years ago, they must"ve killed a thousand or more, over toward the shuttle station area. I was clear out here, and all it did to us was make us heave everything for a day or so. But I heard there"d been street crime, subways hijacked, that land of thing."
Sa.s.sinak fingered the small kit in her pocket. She had brought along the detox membrane and primer that Fleet used against riot control gas, but would it work against everything? She didn"t want to find out by using it, and she had only the one She put that thought away and briefed Aygar on what to tell, and what not to tell, his student friend. If only she"d had a chance to evaluate that friend for herself. No telling whose agent he was, unless he was just a student playing pretend spy games. If so, he"d soon find out how exciting the real ones could be.
Two of the group went through the hatch into 248 vertical ahead of Aygar, and then called him through. This shaft, they"d explained, had enough regular traffic to keep the group out of it, except on special occasions.
Sa.s.sinak waited, wishing she could make the call. Aygar was only a boy, really, from a backwoods world: he knew nothing about intrigue. It would be like him to call up this "friend" and blurt out everything on an unsecured line. She kept herself from fidgeting with difficulty. She must not increase their nervousness. How many hours had slipped by? Would Arly be worried yet? Would anyone?
Aygar bounded back through the hatch, his youthful strength and health a vivid contrast to the underworlders" air of desperation.
"He wants to meet me," Aygar said. "He says the students would like to help."
"Help? Help what?"
Sa.s.sinak knew nothing of civilian students, except what the media reported. It was clear they weren"t anything like cadets.
"Help with the coup," Aygar said as if that should explain it. "End the tyranny of greed and power, he says."
"We aren"t starting a coup," Sa.s.sinak said, then thought about it.
While in one sense she didn"t think she was overthrowing a government, the government had certainly sent riot squads after her, as if she were. Did they think she was working with a bunch of renegade students? Did someone else have a coup planned... and had they stumbled into it, and was that ,.. ?
Her brain seemed to explode, as intuition and logic both flared. Aygar was giving her a puzzled look, as she went on, more quietly.
"At least, not the one he"s thinking about. Exactly. Now, what kind of help can he give us? Can he find The Parchandri?"
"He just said to meet him. And where." Aygar was looking stubborn again, he could not fail to realize that he was being used, and no one liked that.
"In public territory. Great. And you"re about as easy to disguise as a torn uniform at inspection."
"Fleur"s the one who taught us all about disguises," Coris said. "Although, it won"t be easy with that one."
Sa.s.sinak felt almost too tired to think, but she had to. She pulled herself together and said, "We"ll go ask her. We certainly can"t stroll out looking like this. And we"ll get some rest before we go anywhere, because I notice that Aygar looks almost as exhausted as I feel. In the meantime, Coris, if you have any maps of the underground areas, I"d like to see them."
She hoped that would give them all the idea that she had a specific plan in mind.
Chapter Seventeen.
FSP heavy cruiser Zaid-Dayan "I do not like this." Arly tapped her fingers on the edge of the command console. One of its screens displayed the local news channel. "How could anyone think Sa.s.sinak would murder an admiral?"
The senior officers, including Major Currald, were ranged around her while the bridge crew pretended to pay strict attention to their monitors.
"Civilians." Bures looked almost as disgusted as she felt. "You know, if they"re so scared of Fleet that they won"t let us use our own shuttles up and down, then they probably think we"re all born with blood in our mouths and fangs down to here." He gestured at his chin. "Long pointed ones. We go around covered with weapons, just looking for a chance to kill someone."
"News said the guy might not have been Coromell after all," said Mayerd who had come up to the bridge to watch the news with them. "Not that that helps. Good thing we don"t have trouble in the neighborhood. It"d be worse if we had action coming."
Arly frowned at her. Doctors were the next thing to civilian, as far as she was concerned. "You know what she said. She thought there might be trouble..."
"Like what? An invasion of mysterious green-tentacled slime monsters? We"re at the center of as big a volume of peaceful s.p.a.ce as anyone"s ever known. Barring a few planet pirates, and I"m not minimizing that. But the last big stuff was decades back. Even the Seti haven"t dared Fleet reprisals since the Tonagai Reef encounters. They may be gamblers, but they aren"t stupid. I suppose, if the Paraden got all their pirate buddies to come blowing into FedCentral at once, they might cause us trouble, but they"re not stupid either. They need a fat, peaceful culture to prey on. A shark has no advantages in a school of sharks."
Arly and Bures had crossed glances above Mayerd. Arly had to admit she had never considered a whole pirate fleet. They just didn"t operate that way. Two or three raiders at once, more only in defense of an illegal installation. But now, with Sa.s.sinak lost somewhere below, the whole weight of the ship rested on her shoulders. She wished Ford would show up from wherever he"d been. She wished Sa.s.sinak would come back. Blast that admiral, she thought. Coromell, or whoever it had been, luring her away. And why? The trial? To have the Zaid-Dayan helpless?
The Fleet comline blinked at her, and she put the b.u.t.ton in her ear. "Lieutenant Commander Arly, acting captain of Zaid-Dayan."
"Arly, it"s Lunzie. Do you recognize my voice?"
Of course she did. She"d enjoyed meeting Sa.s.sinak"s astonishing young ancestor. But why was Lunzie calling on the Fleet line? "Yes. Why?"
"You need to know I"m who I say I am. I"m on FedCentral. I can"t tell you where."
Arly"s heart skipped a beat. Could she be with the captain? Were they in hiding?
"Sa.s.s-Commander Sa.s.sinak?" She heard the rough edge to her own voice, and hoped it would not carry.
"We don"t know. Arly, the real Admiral Coromell wants to speak to you. I know he"s the real Coromell because I knew him years ago. Before my last session of coldsleep. Do you trust me?"
Something in the voice sounded different; something had changed since Arly had said goodbye as Lunzie left the ship back at Sector HQ. Arly considered. Lunzie sounded more mature, more confident. Did that matter? Did it mean anything at all? And even if she didn"t trust Lunzie, she still wanted to hear what this mysterious Coromell had to say. She gestured to Bures, who bent close, and tapped out a message on her console: get Flag Officer Directory. Bures nodded. Arly spoke, hoping her voice sounded calm.
"I believe you"re Lunzie if that"s what you mean."
"It"s not, but it"ll do. Here he is."
A silence, then a deep voice that certainly had the expectation of command.
"This is Admiral Coromell. You"re Lieutenant Commander Arly?"
"Yes, sir."
Bures handed her the Directory, and she flipped through it. Coromell: tall, silver-haired, bright blue eyes. A handsome man, even approaching old age. He had probably been very handsome when Lunzie knew him before. She wondered whether they"d had anything going, and forced herself to listen to him.
"As you no doubt realize, the situation is critical. Your captain has disappeared and the local law enforcement agencies were, until a few hours ago, convinced that she had killed me. I"ve been unable to find out what"s going on, and some of my own staff have vanished as well."
"Sir, I thought the admiral was hunting over on Six. That"s what Commander Sa.s.sinak was told."
"I was. I had an urgent message to return, and my return was complicated by Lunzie"s..."
A flashing light on the console yanked Arly"s attention away from Coromell; the Ssli biolink alarm. Could she interrupt an admiral?
"Excuse me, sir," she said, as firmly as she could. "Our Ssli has a critical message."
He didn"t quite snort, but the sound he made conveyed irritation barely withheld. "Check it, then."
Arly touched the controls and the Ssli"s message began scrolling across the console"s upper screen.
"Enemy approaching. Seti fleet entering system, down warping from FTL, expecting a.s.sistance in evading detection and system defenses."
Her hands trembled as she acknowledged that much. The message continued with details of the incoming menace. Number of ships, ma.s.s, weapons as known, probable crew and troop levels.
Bures, craning his neck to read this sideways, let out a long, low whistle. Mayerd, then Currald, joined him, their faces paling as they watched the long lists grow.
"Commander Arly?" That was the admiral, impatient of the long silence.
Ar!y answered, surprised that her voice was steadier than her hands.
"Sir, our Ssli reports an incoming Seti fleet, definitely hostile." She heard a gasp, but did not stop. "Apparently they"ve got Insystem help that"s supposed to disable some of the system defenses. They"re timed to arrive here during the Grand Council session. There"s some kind of coup planned." The display had stopped. She tapped in a question to the Ssli, asking for the source of all this.
"But how do they know?" Coromell asked. The answer came up on the screen even as he asked.
"Sir, our Ssli says there"s a Ssli larva, captive, on the Seti flagship, and a Fleet officer... Dupaynil." Her own surprise carried to him.
"Who s that?"
"A Fleet Security officer a.s.signed to us a few months ago. Then he was transferred, I think to go look up something in Seti s.p.a.ce."
"Which he quite evidently found. Well, Commander, you have my permission to leave orbit and make life difficult for those Seti ships."
She opened her mouth to ask what about Sa.s.sinak and realized the futility. Even if the captain had been at the shuttle port, they couldn"t have waited for her. Not knowing where she was, they certainly couldn"t delay.
"Yes, sir," she said. Then, "Request permission to drop a shuttle and pilot in case Commander Sa.s.sinak shows up. She may need it."
"Granted," he said.
That was all. She was now more than acting captain: she had command of a warship about to fight an alien fleet. This is impossible, she thought, touching the b.u.t.ton that set red lights flashing throughout the ship. She punched the ship"s intercom.
"Ensign Timran to the bridge." And, off intercom, to Bures, "Get one of Sa.s.sinak"s spare uniforms from her quarters and whatever else she might need. Get it up to Flight Two, fast."
More orders to give, evicting the Insystem Security monitor teams that had the weapons locked down, to Engineering to bring up the drives.
"Ensign Timran reporting, ma"am!"
He was very quick or he"d been lurking in the pa.s.sage outside. She hoped he would be both quick and lucky with the shuttle.
"Report to Flight Deck Two. You"ll be taking a small unit to the surface."
The admiral had said nothing about an escort, but whatever had happened to Sa.s.sinak, a few Wefts and marines couldn"t make things worse. When she looked at Currald he nodded.
"Ten should do it," he said. "Leave room for her and that Aygar, coming back." He picked up another comset and called his own adjutant.
"Yes, ma"am!" said Tim, eyes gleaming. "Do I have permission... ?"
"You have permission to do whatever is necessary to a.s.sist Commander Sa.s.sinak and get her safely ofiplanet at her command. Bures will have some things for you to take. Check with him."